Being an adult is just lying to yourself and everyone around you:
-I have plans that day
-I’m going to eat better
-we’re out of cookies
- sorry I forgot to respond to your text
-I can totally handle this
-I’m going to get up early on the weekend
-things will slow down eventually, I’m sure
-I’m fine

Nothing brings me joy like seeing a tough looking bro genuinely jamming out to 90’s girl pop, and occasionally trying to hit those high notes.

Is blue sky becoming cool? If I’m here, it’s probably fine right? Right??

Sure you could keep your thoughts to yourself OR you could post them online so that someday your grandkids can find them and discover that nana was a horny lil slut on main

Having a temper tantrum as an adult is only acceptable when you are alone, in your bedroom, and you can’t find something you just had in your hand for the 3rd time in a row.

What’s up? Really though…